Dan and Chris

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PART 2.

He lifted his head and looked at me with a goofy, half drunk smile.

"Dude. Chill. It's OK. Stop freakin' out. Grab some shorts and lets sit down and talk about it."

I went past him to grab my duffle and realized that I was holding my last pair of boxers. I quickly jammed them into the bag ang grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and put them as fast as I could. I stood up but was afraid to turn around and face him. Then I heard him get up and walk over to me. He took my arm and turned me around. He was still a little wobbly and his grin made my heart ache.

"Relax. Come on, I need some munchies and a drink." And he pushed me ahead of him out to the kitchen. He let go of me at the table and I sat down. He went to the cupboard and started pulling out chips and crackers and more. Then got dip and cheese out of the fridge and a couple of cokes. I watched him out of the tops of my eyes with my head down the whole time. I couldn't think straight. I also couldn't stop staring at his body. He was still just wearing the boxers. Was he teasing me? Worse ... was he gonna tell people? I was silently both scared to death and hopeful.

Finally, he sat down across from me, passed me a coke, spread the food out, and started chowing. He looked right at me the whole time grinning that goofy, still buzzed, smile.

"Dude. Eat. Drink. Aren't you hungry? I'm always hungry after a good orgasm."

My jaw almost hit the table. He laughed.

"Listen, I'm not gay, but I'm also not 100% straight, no one is. I like a good blow job, and that one was good. Was it really your first? You ever do anything with another guy ... or girl? Do you prefer guys? Like 100% or 90% or what? I guess I've kinda known you like me for a while. Never thought you'd do anything though. Aren't you gonna eat?"

The whole time, all I could do was stare and listen as he rattled off the questions. Then as he paused to take a drink I said, with infinite wisdom ... "I dunno."

I blushed furiously as he laughed again, choking on the Coke, and spraying some out of his mouth. I watched it run down his chin and neck and down to his chest before he grabbed a napkin and started wiping it off.

"OK," he said. "I'll start. The only guy I've fooled around with is my cousin Kody. Mutual handjobs a few years ago when we were both popping boners every other minute. We tried blow jobs but neither one of us could get the hang of it, so we stopped. It only lasted the one summer. I enjoyed it. He was ok looking and we would have done it more, but then we both got girlfriends and never even brought it up again. Since then I have had 4 more girfriends. With the first one there was just kissing and I got to feel her up. I had oral with two, both giving and getting. And I have gone all the way with two. And have gone in the back door on one, several times. That's my experience. Your turn."

I was amazed at how nonchalantly he was able to just lay it all out there. I dropped my head again and muttered, "You."

"Really?" I looked up and could see the surprise on his face. "And I thought I was the shy one," he said. "So, you've never done anything with anybody else?"

I blushed again.

"OK, so are you into guys exclusively? Or guys and girls? C'mon Dan, spill. No worries, nothing leaves this house, this is just between you me and these pretzels," he said as he popped a handful into his mouth.

I was still blushing as I mumbled out, "Mostly guys, I guess."

"OK, that's fine. Just so you know, I'm fine with it. Nothing is gonna change. We are still buds. OK?"

I thought I was going to cry. I was relieved and happy and still terrified though, afraid to believe it would be ok. I nodded, still not able to look him in the eyes. I heard him get up. He walked over to me and pulled me out of the chair, looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm serious. No worries. We're good. And no one else knows until YOU are ready for them to know." And then he hugged me. And I hugged him back. And I cried.

He held me until I stopped. Then with that big stupid grin, stepped aside, handed me a towel and told me, "Dry yourself off ya big baby. I'm wide awake now and still hungry. Aaaand I think I'm sobering up. Time to put a stop to that shit." He went to the fridge and got two more beers, tossing one to me, and sat back down to eat. I cracked the beer, took a long drink, belched and joined him. He laughed and I felt more normal.

After a few beers and good amount of junk food, he blurted out, "So, I was your first blowjob."

He had waited until I was taking a drink to say that. I coughed and spluttered, beer spraying onto the table and down the front of me. This was the messiest weekend ever. I grabbed the towel and replied, "Yes."

"Well then the only decent thing would be to reciprocate."

I froze. "What?"

"Look, you are my best friend. And like I said before, no one is 100% straight. You're horny for me, right?" He laughed as I blushed and was once again left open-mouthed and staring. He continued, "I've tried things with other people, who I haven't liked as much as I like you. So why not? And it's only fair. Shit, maybe I'll like it. Maybe YOU won't. Never know unless we try, right? It's only Sunday morning, we have until tomorrow afternoon before we have to work next. Let's do it. Let's try ... stuff or whatever."

I gaped at him. I thought my head would explode. I was instantly hard again. I wasn't sure I could believe what I was hearing.

He laughed at me ... again. Shaking his head, he stood up and said, "I'll take that as a yes."

He walked over and pulled me up ... and kissed me square on the mouth. He pulled me tight to him and we wrapped our arms around each other and my cock nearly exploded as it pushed against his pelvis. His tongue pushing into my mouth, our hot, bare chests squeezed together, our hands exploring each others backs, and the way he moved his hips side to side, rubbing my erection between us, was too much. I thought I was gonna cum again.

"Wow, you're easy," he laughed as he released me. "Let's get cleaned up. C'mon." He headed for the bathroom and I followed.

He asked me if I had taken a shit recently, and still dumbfounded, I nodded and told him I had gone the night before. He said, "Good, me too," then dropped his boxers and turned to the shower. He closed the curtain halfway and leaned in to turn it on. My mind was still not working. I couldn't close my mouth. I couldn't stop looking at his now NAKED body in front of me. I was excited and terrified and clueless as to what to do. And he just kept laughing and smiling like this was the most fun, natural thing in the world. He came back over to me and I drank in his whole body. Could he have gotten more beautiful? Even when soft, his dick was perfect. It hung about 3 inches, nestled between perfectly sized balls, with just the perfect amount of pubic hair above it. I couldn't stop saying the word "perfect" in my head. I think I may ahve even said it out loud at one point. He grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. He nodded. "Not bad," he said. It was still semi-hard, and hung out about 4 and a half inches, and was bright red.

He pushed me into the shower, followed me in, and closed the curtain. The water was hot and felt great and was exactly what I needed. I let it pour over my head and shoulders, then raised my face directly into it. Chris came right up behind me and put his arms around me. His chest on my back, his penis resting in the crack of my ass. I was in heaven. He pulled back and had me step back just a little. He poured shampoo directly onto my head. It was cold and sent a shiver down my body. He rubbed it in and it felt amazing. I was sure I would have to wake up soon. Before I knew it, he was done and pushed my head under the spray. I rubbed the shampoo out while he soaped up a washcloth. He scrubbed my neck and shoulders, then my back, then my ass cheeks, spreading them and asking me to bend over a little so he could "get in there a bit." He then went all the way to the taint and just touched the back of my balls before moving on. Then he moved down to my legs and had me lift my feet like a horse to scrub them. I laughed and jerked as he rubbed the bottoms of my feet.

He turned me around and repeated the process on my front. He rubbed my neck and collar bones and chest, spending a little extra time on each of my nipples, giving them each a tweak, before moving down to my waist and pelvis, just avoiding my once-again prominent hardon. Then carefully, gently, he washed my nuts, stretching underneath to the taint again before squatting down to get my thighs. He was eye-level with my dick. When he finished the tops of my feet, he wrapped the washcloth around my dick, making it jump. He squeezed it and gave it a few pumps, before gently rubbing the cloth over the entire surface. Because I was facing away from the shower head, he gave me a little push backwards so the water was running down my head, over my face, and down the front of me, rinsing me off. He pulled me forward again ... directly into his mouth.

He choked and pulled back. "Too far, too much water," he spluttered. He pulled me away from the water and tried again. This time he didn't go down as far. It was amazing. He was only an inch or so past the head, but it felt like the best thing ever. My first blowjob. I watched, mesmerized as he started bobbing back and forth. I winced and jerked when he scraped his teeth. He apologized, and went back to it. He was more careful then. He moved his tongue around and started using his hand too. It was so much better than any jerkoff session I had ever had. He moved his other hand around under my balls and caressed them some, while sliding his hand past them and up netween my ass cheeks. He fingered my hole a little, then slid his hand back to my balls. I was amazed. I put my hands in his hair, alternately rubbing his head and grabbing handfuls of hair as this amazing, beautiful, teen dream, gave me a blowjob. It didnt take long. I felt it coming. My legs started to shake, my stomach clenched, and then my balls pulled up into me and I leaned forward as everything I knew blew out through my dick and into his mouth. He gagged and pulled off, but kept stroking with his hand. He kept stroking firmly, but slowly as my orgasm slowed, a few more spurts, then dribbling over his hand. My cum was running down his chin and chest as he spit out what I had left in his mouth.

"Sorry," I managed to mumble as he stopped and stood up, pushing me back under the spray so he could get to it and rinse his mouth.

"No worries, I knew your were gonna cum, I figured I would try it. You did after all. But, now its your turn to wash me," he said, grinning at the apparent look of post-orgasmic ectasy on my face.

"Fine," I said, in mock disgust, then laughed. I was going to get to touch every part of HIM now. Even though I had just had the best orgasm of my life, I think I got harder instead of softer at the thought.

We switched positions. It was cold outside of the direct spray and I shivered and was instantly covered in goose bumps. He sighed and seemed to slump a little as he got under the hot water. I grabbed the shampoo, pulled his head out from under the spray and poured some on it. I rubbed it in to his slightly shaggy hair, massaging his scalp, enjoying the feeling of touching him. After a minute, I pushed his head under the water and bent down to get the washcloth. I changed my mind then and just grabbed the bar and started rubbing it and my bare hands on his neck and shoulders. I relished every moment. I rubbed the muscles in his neck down to his shoulders, moving down to massage his shoulder blades and back and the sleek shape his bady made down to his waist. I felt every inch as I knelt down and massaged his ass cheeks, spreading them to get all the way to his butthole. Then slid my hand between his cheeks and underneath to his taint and rubbed there for a moment bumping my fingers against the back of his balls. I pulled my hand back and made my way down his legs and feet. I stood and he turned around. His eyes were closed and he had a calm look of pleasure on his face. He tilted his head back as I washed his shoulders and chest. Everytime I went past a nipple, I gave it a little tweak as he had done. His cock started to rise. I made sure to touch every inch of skin as I moved slowly down his flat stomach and sides, before kneeling and following his thin light happy trail down to just above his twitching, growing, hardon. I rubbed the soap around it and into the light fluff of pubic hair then caressed his sack before sliding my hands behind them and between his legs and down and around his thighs to his feet. I could resist no more. I took a hold of his cock and pumped it gently but firmly, sliding both of my soapy hands all over it. He watched, breathing heavily, his stomach and legs jumping with every stroke that rubbed over the sensitive head. I pushed him back as he had done to me and let the water run down, rinsing him off.

When the soap was gone, I pulled him toward me. I put one hand on the base of his cock and grabbed his ass with the other and pulled him into my mouth. It wasn't quite the same as the first time. The teen musk was gone and he just smelled clean and the water took away the taste that had been there before. But when I glanced up and saw the look on his face and in his eyes, I kept going. He was staring, eyes wide and he wanted it. His grin was back but it was more primal now. He rubbed my head with both hands and started thrusting his hips. I had to use my hand to keep from going down too far and I still ended up choking a couple times. He started to move faster and had closed his eyes. His breathing was faster and it seemed like every muscle in his body was vibrating. It was beautiful and amazing. Then he grunted and was grabbing my hair and told me he was gonna cum. I kept going. I removed my hand, putting both hands on his ass and pulled him into me, pushing his cock all the way into the back of my throat as he grunted and groaned loudly, exploding jizz into my mouth and throat. I could feel his cock pulsing with each thrust. I gagged and almost threw up, but I managed to pull back. I moved my hand back stroking his cock as I continued sucking, trying to get every drop. Finally he stopped me, pulled out of my mouth with a twitch and grunt and slumped down on the floor of the shower next to me.

END PART 2.

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